God, as a woman, will wreak her revenge; will iron out her flaws in you, will rub you out. Nature, as a man— bleak as a moor. Dumb-dog turn as the wind from you, will blot you out. I can give you the earth. At least offer you your share; what you desire, so shall I speak. And so it shall be. Nature, as a woman flashing wears of flesh; honeysuckle tendril ties to you, pulls to reel herself in. God, as a man, primed desperate to implant a stark song and image you believe in your heart. I can give you the earth. At least promise you your share; what you desire, so shall I speak. And so it shall seem to be. I, like a woman, seduce you to the fold. Cast down sacraments! Take your pleasure with my charms to hold you, like a man thrust to top the world. I can give you this, your broadest field, with the stroke of a pen. I can give you the earth. Even offer you more than your share; what you desire, so shall I speak. And you shall be mine. I can give you the earth. Even promise you more than your share; what you desire, so shall I speak. And you shall be mine.
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